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Val (Valkyrie) ~ A beautiful half woman/half creature. She does not remember who she was before Jason saved her.

Jason ~ A thirty year old mechanic from Queens. He suppresses his feelings for Val by covering his body in tattoos of her image.

Excerpt:

Like slow motion from a horror film, the woman looked up at him. Jason realized the thing she was holding was Gus, his parents’ bull dog. The inside of her lips were touched with blood.

Jason wanted to examine Gus to see if he was still alive, but he couldn’t look away from the creature’s shining black eyes. Her face wasn’t covered with dripping blood like vampire movies, but Jason still knew the grim deed had been done. He heard the dog’s body drop to the floor as she started to rise.

She sat up in the bed, pushing herself with nimble ease and her gaze deadlocked on Jason. She slid to the floor and landed on her left leg. A sickening popping noise came from her right leg, like strained wood. She straightened her leg and transferred her weight to it like it had never been broken. With gradual steps she approached him. Her wings spread open and with a snap the crunched, broken bones corrected themselves. She scraped her curved nails down her arm, wiping the makeshift bandage away from the wound. Her arm wiped away clean, with just a slight smear of blood. The gash was gone.

Not breaking her advance or gaze, she flicked her hand and her fingers snapped back into place. She stood straighter, her bruises fading, her wings spreading nearly half the width of the room. Her walk was slow and seductive. She tilted her head back, letting her hair cascade down her back, but didn’t look away from Jason’s face.

She was going to take him. She would drink his blood, like she had done Gus’, and restore herself to her full health. His back pressed against the bookshelf. His mind urged him to run, but his body didn’t comply. He was bound by her lurid gaze. She would probably chase him if he tried to escape out the door. He resigned to his fate, imagining what it was going to feel like to have her razor fangs sink into the side of his neck.

It's been ten years since Jason rescued Val from freezing to death in Kissena Park, but she still has no idea who - or what - she was before that night.

Jason has always been attracted to the beautiful woman he keeps a secret in his apartment, but he has never allowed himself to act on his feelings. He has seen what her touch does to the animals she's about to feast on, and he doesn't want to turn into ... another creature.

Dark, sexy, and dangerous, VALKYRIE is the story of forbidden love and insuppressible passion. When Valkyrie discovers who she really is she will have to decide between her unlocking her past, or saving the man she truly loves.

Teaser to VALKYRIE ~ An Erotic Thriller

She was going to take him. She would drink his blood, like she had done Gus’, and restore herself to her full health. His back pressed against the bookshelf. His mind urged him to run, but his body didn’t comply. He was bound by her lurid gaze. She would probably chase him if he tried to escape out the door. He resigned to his fate, imagining what it was going to feel like to have her razor fangs sink into the side of his neck.

Halfway to him she started to change. The leather patches lightened, turning into regular skin. Her wings shrank with a fleshy crinkle. Her rigid bone structure softened slightly, and with her wings disappearing she appeared human.

Jason released the breath that had been trapped in his chest. Shit, she was beautiful. Nude, succulent, flawless. He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering... over her curvy bosom, her ribbed, flat chest, her V-angled abdomen, down to her dark and soft hair-covered pelvis.

Jason quickly looked back up to her eyes before he got lost in her sex. Her eyes had transformed from shining black coals to coffee-brown coins. Her irises were still large, but almost normal. Jason thought he could read her thoughts as she stopped a foot in front of him. He didn’t see malice lurking in her eyes, but his hands didn’t slacken on the shelf.

She looked down his muscular torso, appraising him as he did her. Her eyes were full of emotion as if a thousand words would burst from them.

But she was silent.

“Who...” Jason swallowed, trying to wet his throat. “Who are you?”

She didn’t answer him, though her eyes tried to, staring deeply into his. She lifted her hand to his face, running her perfectly shaped, clear nails over his chin. He calmed and released his hands from the book case.

“Do you speak English?”

She slid her hand over his bicep. Her face glowed with trust and fondness. She moved closer, pressing her warm chest against his. She was tall, her head reaching his eye line.

“Where are you from?” he asked, more to himself since she obviously couldn’t understand him.

She gently rested her head against his shoulder, sliding her hands around his waist and molding against him.

“What is your name?”

Jason closed his arms around her, exploring her smooth, perfect back. His body trembled. A naked, highly attractive woman was alone with him in his room. But...

He looked up to his bed. The large bull dog was no longer a pile of blubber and muscle on the floor; he had lifted himself and was walking slowly towards the door. Jason watched him leave, plodding like he had been drugged.

The woman in his arms was a docile form, but within her slept a monster. Would it return?

He couldn’t push her away. He couldn’t let her go, clutching fistfuls of her dark, wavy hair. Jason looked down, her rounded ass perking out into his view. He longed to wrap his open palms against her cheeks and pull her tighter against him. His manhood betrayed his lustful thought, straining against his tight jeans.

VALKYRIE will be available soon on Amazon and other venues. Check back for details!

Like explicit erotica with a twist? SENSITIVE explores a woman's sexual inhibition, finding release in a precarious coupling with a "magic man".

Jordan pays more attention to Miya than any man has before. But his attention awakens feelings long buried in her. Loving a man with every fiber of your being can be dangerous - he has complete access to all your secrets.

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I love Thesaurus.com. When I get in a writing frenzy I might use it a dozen times in an hour.

I just finished writing my short story SENSITIVE. Since I kept the window open, I have a record of all of the words I typed in to find a synonym for. I'm not going to leave anything out. For better or worse, here's the list:

ORGASM

ECSTASY

EXPLOSION

SLOWLY

RELISH

CARESS

EROTIC

STRAPPING

MUSCULAR

RIBBED

ASHAMED

CARESSES

PLEASURE

EXCITED

ROLL

SHUDDERING

SWEATY

HEALING

MAGIC

WHIMPERED

EMBARRASSED

EXPOSED

AWAKEN

SHUDDER

DETACHED

SEX

(haha)

FEELING

TINGLING

SENSATION

RHYTHM

APEX

INCHED

SLEEPY

PUSH

Okay, there's mine. I dare you to share yours and post a link. ;-) Happy writing/reading!

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Women my generation enjoyed music like MAGIC MAN by Heart. When I was a teenager I loved that song. I imagined I would meet a man with "magic hands".

In my story SENSITIVE, a 30-something woman is kidnapped by what seem to be government men in a black hummer. She meets Jordan, a handsome, dark-haired man who sets her at ease. Like the song, Jordan has "magic hands", at least that's what Mya believes.

Here's something to put you back a few decades:

Lyrics to MAGIC MAN by Heart:

Cold late night so long agoWhen I was not so strong you knowA pretty man came to meNever seen eyes so blueI could not run awayIt seemed we'd seen each other in a dreamIt seemed like he knew meHe looked right through me, yeah

"Come on home, girl," he said with a smile"You don't have to love me yetLet's get high awhileBut try to understandTry to understandTry try try to understandI'm a magic man."

Winter nights we sang in tunePlayed inside the months of moonNever think of neverLet this spell last foreverSummer over passed to fallTried to realized it allMama says she's a worriedGrowing up in a hurry, yeah

"Come on home, girl," mama cried on the phone"Too soon to lose my baby yet my girl should be at home!""But try to understand, try to understandTry try try to understandHe's a magic man, mamaHe's a magic man"

"Come on home, girl," he said with a smile"I cast my spell of love on you a woman from a child!But try to understand, try to understand."Try, try to understand,

Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man

He's got magic hands.

"Come on home, girl," he said with a smile"You don't have to love me yetLet's get high awhile"But try to understandTry to understand

Try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man

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The story is about a 30-something associate professor at a small town university. All her life Mya has had intense feelings. Studying psychology, she dubbed herself with having a 'sensitive personality type'.

On her way to class, she senses something is wrong, but she attributes it to her bare nerves and overactive imagination. Then a government-looking vehicle pulls up beside her. A man inside sets her at ease, and at the same time makes all the nerves in her body fire.

JORDAN works for a mysterious organization. He won't disclose any details to Mya, but she still trusts him.

(likeness of Jordan)

SENSITIVE is cheduled to be released at the end of July, check back for updates.

FOR THE KING is a sensual short story set in the bedchamber of a queen. She wakes up alone, the king having ignored her the night before. But he returns, and when he does, he's not alone. The king brings a stranger into her bedchamber, and their purpose is for something she can't believe.

CHARACTERS:Rainha ~ Queen and only surviving heir of a the ruling family, five centuries strong

Lance ~ A knight when he met Rainha, he became king through marrying her

Jalin ~ Commander general and best friend of the kingThe Stranger ~ A man Jalin escorts into the queen's bedchamber

EXCERPT from FOR THE KING
My eyes darted to movement at the door. I held my breath as someone entered our bedchamber. It was Jalin, Lance’s long time friend and governor general. Light leather armor covered his torso and arms, engraved with the black bird insignia of Lenaneir. A chain holster around his waist held a scabbard and sword. Similar to the king in stature, they only differed in hair and bone structure. I looked over his short, combed blond hair, neatly clipped gotee framing his set jaw, and light colored eyes that revealed nothing of his intentions.

“What are you doing here?” I raised my voice to ask across the spacious room. I had been around armored men so long that the sight of one didn’t disturb me, but coupled with my husband’s strange behavior it sent a chill down my spine.

Before he or Lance could answer, another man stepped into the room. He was a stranger. I tensed, drawing the blankets back over my chest.

The man stood beside Jalin, nearly half a head taller and a hand’s length broader. Muscular arms and a broad chest lifted and fell beneath a simple v-neck cotton shirt. His defined facial features shone through well sunned skin. Partially damp, long curly black hair surrounded his face. Oval lines beside his mouth hinted at his age. His eyes were bright, and he stared at me without expression or movement.

I didn’t have to ask why he was here. I knew when Jalin escorted him in. And it meant that Lance was serious about every word he said.

“Get him out of here, now,” I commanded, turning to Lance.

“Please listen to me first Rainha.” His handsome face kept my attention. My eyes traced the curving lines of his etched chin, the subtle rise of his cheekbones, and his back-set narrow eyes. The same face I kissed hungrily while we made love. The same that used to find me during pauses of tournaments, lifting off his helmet to reveal his attractive features. The face of the man I loved, the king.

I said nothing to him, but kept his gaze.

“You swore an oath to the kingdom before you swore one to me,” he said with deliberate words. Lance nodded towards the door and Jalin closed it and pushed the bar to lock it. I shuddered. Jalin and the stranger began to approach the bed. I shook my head, hoping Lance would start laughing at the joke he had played on me. He remained serious and I felt my stomach cramp.

“This man is a loyal citizen of Lenaneir.” I looked back over to the stranger. He stopped a few steps from the foot of the bed with Lance beside him. His expression didn’t reveal any embarrassment or smugness. He clasped his hands behind his back and stared back at me. “His family has carried on a proud tradition of skilled craftsmanship for many generations.” Studying him, I figured he was also chosen because his complexion and hair color was similar to Lance’s. “He is a good, wholesome man. But most importantly,” Lance squeezed my arm to make sure I was listening, “I’ve seen his children.” I turned to meet his gaze. “Healthy, strong, playful children.”

The gods help us, he is serious about doing this.

I was about to make my grand proclamation for them all to leave my bedchamber immediately, but I heard Jalin on the opposite side of the bed.

“My apologies, Queen Rainha,” he said with a deep bow. When he rose I saw sadness in his eyes, but otherwise couldn’t read his face.